San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-04-14
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WIN tue siluAllou. - ou Niulil me lut
more; and, after all, you cannot under
stand such pain rs mine"
sOh. hut l can!' declared Sibyl, furtive-
ly drying her eyes. Il have read about
il, Of course in Shakespeare, and in novels.
But"-her voice sank again-"I never
saw or spoke TO any one before who was
in love-"
"You have not suspected il all along
them"
mo, indeed-how could rand do you
think would have laughed at you if
had knownf"
81 am sure you would not
"You don't look as if you were in love,
you know, Mr.. Breton. And then your
appetite has improved since you first
came. Aunt Anna and l have been so
glad TO see THAR
Mark broke into another bitter laugh.
Appetite indeed! If il had been beguiled
into temporary forgetfulness Of his mis-
cry, what did that prove, prayi
"How must a man look in your eyes
then, Miss Kennedy" he asked superbly,
"to prove that he is in lover"
"Oh, can only see with other peoples
eyes, you know" the girl answered sim
ply-"with Rosaiind's for instance-you
remember what she says TO Orlando
There is none of my uncle's marks upon
you; he taught me how to know man in
love- And then Orlando asks her what
her uncle's marks were; and she says, af
ter some other impertinent little things
about his beard and so on, that, Your
hose should be ungartered, your bonnet
unbranded. your sleeve unhuttoned, your
shoe united, and everything about you
demonstrating careless desOlation. But
you are no such man; you are rather
point device in all your accoutrements.'-
Now you will admit that all this applies
to you just as well as to Orlando, Mr.. Bret
ton. Doesn't it2 / am sure your shoes
are never by any chance united, or your
sleeve unbuttoned. And You wear great
many pretty ties and scarfs-hardly ever
the same one twice-and such nice light
gloves when you go to church, and hand
kerchiefs with such pretty embroidered
monograms. l never saw any one so par.
ticular about his clothes, thinkw
"Well, we are not in the Forest Of Arden
here, you know" retorted Mark, with
manly liberation of this pretty nonsense,
which he somehow found amusing even
in the midst of his misery. Would you
have me come down stairs in the morning
without brushing my hairi What would
Lady Anna say to thatf
"She would send you up stairs again,
as she does me sometimes when l pull
off my hat in the hall without looking in
the glass"
They both broke into little laugh,
little, young, foolish laugh. 1t was very
hard to keep up solemn tone on such
morning, when the air was fainting with
the smell of the blossoming lilacs, and
sweet with the distant cooling of Sibyrs
white pigeons
Then they remembered what they had
been talking about, and adjusted Their
faces more gravely.
Il am very sorry for you, Mr.. Breton"
Sibyl whispered, getting up from the grass
and sitting down on thu garden bench by
his side.
Call me Mark them" suggested the
young man taking her hand.
''Of course | Will Poor old Harkl-.
Was she--you kuow-.vcry prcttyf"
81 don't know about pretty murmurej
the forsaken one, his eyes fixed on the
delicate yet vigorous loveliness of the girl
beside him, whose slim outlines and fair
clear cOloring was such a contrast to
cousin Hates full-blown charms. "She
looked very well in the evening; she had
such splendid shouldua!"
He sighed again; but little perverse
twinkle was dancing in Sibyl's brown eyes
"You were only in love with her Shout
ders, do believe" she said laughing.
"That is all You know about it," retort-
ed Mark. He was still holding the girl's
cool fingers between his two warm and
sunburnt hands, and unconsciously he
pressed them closer.
"Tell me-" she said wistfully. as it
true what poets and the novel people say
about being in love, Markl They do not
always tell the truth, l think, about 9TH
er feelings-about pity or gratitude or
sorrow; what is il like really, in every
day lite. and not in books. to be in lover
"She lifted ler candi,r brown eyes to his
in her usual childish and untroubled
fashion: but Mark felt sudden stirring
at his heart rs he met her long look which
he could hardly account for.
THAT is not an easy question to an
swer," he said, little confusedly; "and
l suppose every one does not fall in love
in just the same way
"Love must be always the same, mustn't
it I" asked Sibyl solcmnly. Love is eter-
nal, Mark, you know"
Then, when You fall in love some day,
Sibyl," said the young man rather hur-
riedly, perhaps you will feel as l do, that
that" He was searching for words
Lady Anna, who came at that moment
to the window and saw the young people
sitting together, had no idea what the
subject of their conversation was, or she
would have probably ordered Miss Sibyl
into the house.
THAT whatl" Sibyl was urging, with
true genuine curiosity, as Mark paused,
hesitating.
THAT every hour spent away from the
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